Novel & Cerita Walten Files Felix

For the first time since the van, I felt like I could breathe. Behind me, I heard the clink of glass. When I turned slightly, Felix was pouring wine into two crystal glasses. One he held out toward me. "No thanks." “Just tell me why I’m here,” I said flatly. “Five minutes.” Felix didn’t argue. He smirked instead, setting the untouched glass aside before pulling out a thick file from a leather briefcase. He placed it on the glass coffee table between us with slow deliberation. My eyes flickered between the files and Felix. When I stepped closer, extending a hand toward the documents Felix instantly placed a firm palm on top of them.

The only way in was the code and the only person who had the code was me and… A sharp knock sounded on my office door. “Come in,” I grumbled. Felix walked in with a smile. Felix is my personal assistant as well as my best friend or…only friend. Felix was the only person that felt like family when I was away from my parents and grandmother studying abroad. In many ways, he's like a brother to me. “The files you said you wanted,” he said before placing them on the edge of my desk. I didn't respond, I was too pissed off with all the work.

I think I should get going". Felix was pissed off as today had already been for him. He took a direct turn and head home. He had already arranged the man for the lookalike of waylen so they could call him immediately they see him. He was certain that waylen was dead because he had gone to search the institution by himself but couldn't see him. If he's really dead, wbt can't they see his corpses? ****** T b

“He asked for some files last night and I promised him I would send them in. But I was passing by anyway. Give this to him when he comes in.” Caught off guard, Maria blinked as she relaxed. “Of course. I will put it on his desk.” “Not on the desk,” Felix corrected lightly as he put the drive on her desk. “Right into his hand. Personal files. Sensitive.” Maria nodded, though her frown deepened as she reached over and tool it into her hand. “Understood, sir.” “Good girl.” Felix left before she could respond, purposely allowing the compliment to hang awkwardly in the air. He walked toward Rafael’s office, noted its dark interior, and felt a swell of irritation twist in his chest. Where was Rafa

Felix said, walking into the office. “Thank you, you can drop it here,” Anna told him. He placed it on her table and then said, “Thank you, hmm, I guess, good night then.” Anna smiled at him as he left and then picked up the file. His report was on the Hawthorne Telecoms group. When she opened the file and her eyes landed on the picture, her heart skipped a beat, her eyes hardening. "It's her," she mumbled.

His steps faltered as he quickly stepped to the side and bowed deeply as Felix passed by. "Mr. Zeller," the man called out to him. Without breaking his stride, Felix only glanced at him. Unable to place his finger on who he was, Felix walked away. After Felix left, Walter sighed in relief and continued forward until he stopped in front of the Sanders siblings, who were both looking at him with strange expressions.

"All I will do is sort through them so they are separated into where the wolves are." "Fine." His word is groaned, and he calls in William. Sitting, I go through the file while listening to them talk. I have separated most of the paper into piles: one for the wolves that have died, one for the wolves stored, another for sold, and then one that says tester. I don't know what that means. "Kellan is back." I jump up and walk to the door. "Xenia, don't push him, or he will just walk out again."

” Don whispered as he turned back to locate his master. Aside the reception room/chamber. Phelan crawled on the ground like a snake that was already destroyed, and she was clearly weak. From a distant, someone with sympathy could clearly say that she lost. Or even she never deserved to be fought for she was never a wolf or whatsoever. Suddenly, her anger arose again as she tried to recollect her energy. Growling and whimpering on the ground, anger arose, and this time she could not control it. By her fists, supported her whole body as she rose from the ground with power and her eyes turning from golden-yellow to red…

As long as she held on to Peter, the Warren family’s fortune would be in her hands one day. Still turning that over in her mind, Xena followed Gavin through the conference room doors. She looked up instinctively. Felix was seated at the head of the table, leaning back in his chair with careless ease, but his expression was far colder than she had expected. “Sit,” he said, gesturing to the chair beside him, his voice distant. Xena took her seat gracefully and lifted a charming smile. “Felix, my birthday’s coming up, and about the gift—”